Warlock Ch 435. Soul Seal
Damian's cracked lips twisted into a bitter, broken smile.
"Yeah… why not," he muttered darkly. "What's one more monster?"
With a final surge of defiance, he dug deep—deeper than ever before—and touched that wellspring of corrupted mana still coiled inside him. The Demon King's trapped soul hissed angrily within, but even it recoiled from what Damian was about to do.
With a shuddering breath, he forced himself upright, bones grinding painfully. Blood spilled fresh from reopened wounds, staining the ground. He staggered forward, each step agony. But he didn't stop. He couldn't.
Xhar'Thul, sensing Damian's intent, twisted its broken form toward him. The creature's molten eyes narrowed with a mocking glare.
Damian didn't answer. He didn't have the breath to waste on words.
